I don’t mean to ignore you. Things have gotten better, I swear. But I still can’t help but feel so nervous and so much anxiety that I begin to shake. I fear seeing and talking to you because my heart still races. But for what reason? I don’t know. It could be just the fact that I’m not used to feeling normal around you or it could be that I still feel the same. Either way, I’m scared to know what the reason is, so my instinct is to pretend you aren’t there. I have to keep pretending and maybe it has worked, but maybe it hasn’t. I don’t want to find out which one it is.
But I do wish I had said hello.
It’s inevitable that someone gets hurt and things get messy.
i remember one year in school, our french teacher had to pull the class aside and give us a talk about our final essays because not only did one kid in the class put his paper through Google Translate, but he translated it to Spanish by accident and handed it in thinking it was the correct language.
Love of mine
Some day you will die
But I’ll be close behind
I’ll follow you into the dark